Grandpa's Marriage Mandate: I Pick the Silent Savage

It was just like three years ago when Elena set off fireworks across the entire city for me.

She looked at me with devotion and said softly, "Rowan, I want to marry you. I want you to be the happiest man on earth."

I had been moved to my core. We dated for three years, and I never expected that she had truly forgotten Miles.

She couldn't afford to offend me, so she played the part of the woman in love.

Perhaps now she was tired of pretending, which was why she feigned amnesia and said out loud that she loved Miles. She voiced her agreement to marry me only to secure the partnership.

Naturally, I wasn't going to let her get what she wanted.

I wanted to argue with Elena, but the look on her face told me how sure she was that I'd chosen her. So, I swallowed my words and decided to let her bask in it for two days.

I was genuinely curious to see how she would react when she heard Grandpa announce the engagement.

When I kept quiet, Sabrina nudged my shoulder and asked, "So, Rowan, did you choose Elena?"

"You'll find out in two days," I said evenly.

With that, I turned and walked away.

Behind me, Wren clicked her tongue. "Elena, it has to be you. Back when you were really sick, Rowan went everywhere looking for a cure. He heard that the old church on Mount Northbrough was miraculous, so he climbed the mountain and prayed all night for your recovery. He's head over heels for you."

"Is that so?" Elena let out a soft, coy laugh. "I didn't realize that he loved me that much."

My heart ached, but I kept my eyes dry. Everyone in our circle knew I loved Elena. People joked I was a doormat, but I didn't care.

I had lost my parents when I was young. Grandpa and Grandma spent years on archaeological digs and were always away. I was the kid anyone could push around. Only Elena stood up for me.

I'd liked her since I was a boy. When she confessed to me, I was over the moon and swore that I'd treat her better than anyone else ever could.

But every kindness she showed me came with strings attached. She didn't deserve my sincere love.

"Rowan, wait!"

I turned and saw Elena walk over in her high heels, her chin held high. "I know that you've chosen me. I'll marry you, but my heart belongs to Miles. I hope you'll leave us alone and not interfere."

I stared at her. "Didn't you lose your memory? What makes you so sure that I'd choose you?"

Elena frowned. "Everyone says you love me. Who else would you choose?"

I almost laughed. So, she knew how I felt. And this was how she wanted to treat my feelings.

"Don't worry," I said. "I won't chase you anymore. I'll stay out of your way."

Honestly, if Elena knew that I had chosen Piper, she'd probably be delighted.

My words stunned Elena for a second.

I turned and headed for the main doors.

Seeing this, Elena moved as if to grab my sleeve.

Just then, an electric scooter suddenly shot toward me out of nowhere.

The front wheel slammed into my shin. I hit the ground hard, my palms scraping across the floor as a wave of pain crashed over me.

Miles went pale, jumped off the scooter, and reached to haul me up. "Rowan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. Please don't be mad."

I hadn't even answered when Grandma's furious voice rang in my head.

"That punk did it on purpose! He pulled the same stunt in the past life, too! He was always playing dumb or twisting things to frame Rowan, and Elena fell for it every time. Neither of them is any good!"

Seeing Miles all flustered, Elena instantly went soft. "It's fine, Miles. It's nothing. With me here, no one will blame you."

She steadied him, then shot me a look edged with warning. "He only bumped you. You're not going to make a federal case out of it, are you?"

Blood slicked my forearm. I gritted against the sting from the wound and pushed myself up to my feet.

Miles looked at me, his expression one of pure wounded innocence. "Rowan, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention. I'll slap myself if it means you'll forgive me."